Sunday, September 28, 2008

The lineup: The guy from Jaws and the woman from Yentl in a swirling, billowing tale of intrigue and methane.

Fart Factor: 4 out of 10. He's trying to help her, but only if she helps herself first. How the hell does that even apply to farting. Spell this movie backwards and you get the reaction to how bad it smells.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The lineup: Hot chick sidekick #421 and a finally good James Bond. Neither of them wanting to talk about what just happened.

Fart Factor: 007 out of 10. Aya C. Labia is new to the scene but holds her ground. James Bond pretends not to call attention to himself (or the gun icon pointed at his crotch) but walks upwind from her, just in case she's a turncoat. And they're in the middle of nowhere, so that should narrow down the suspects.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Q, who's wearing the cloaking device to the left of them.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The Lineup: Four anonymous schmoes playing blue collar fellows for a comedy series on a male-oriented network. You can smell more than testosterone.

Fart Factor: 6 out of 10. Not Adrien Brody somehow cannot detect anything with his huge Adrien Brody-like nostrils. Scruff McGowan can, however, smell a hint of ass. Fat guy resigns himself to always being accused of doing it. And angry dude near the hinge looks at the others with contempt for ruining his air.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: The angriest one in the group is usually protesting too much. So him.